Poems Of Dylan Thomas - Poemas en inglés

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Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night - Dylan Thomas

Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rage at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height, Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Love in the Asylum - Dylan Thomas

A stranger has comeTo share my room in the house not right in the head,A girl mad as birds

Bolting the night of the door with her arm her plume.Strait in the mazed bedShe deludes the heaven-proof house with entering clouds

Yet she deludes with walking the nightmarish room,At large as the dead,Or rides the imagined oceans of the male wards.

She has come possessedWho admits the delusive light through the bouncing wall,Possessed by the skies

She sleeps in the narrow trough yet she walks the dustYet raves at her willOn the madhouse boards worn thin by my walking tears.

And taken by light in her arms at long and dear lastI may without failSuffer the first vision that set fire to the stars.

The Hand that Signed the Paper Felled a City - Dylan Thomas

The hand that signed the paper felled a city;Five sovereign fingers taxed the breath,Doubled the globe of dead and halved a country;These five kings did a king to death.

The mighty hand leads to a sloping shoulder,The finger joints are cramped with chalk;A goose's quill has put an end to murderThat put an end to talk.

The hand that signed the treaty bred a fever,And famine grew, and locusts came;Great is the hand the holds dominion overMan by a scribbled name.

The five kings count the dead but do not softenThe crusted wound nor pat the brow;A hand rules pity as a hand rules heaven;Hands have no tears to flow.

Should Lanterns Shine - Dylan Thomas

Should lanterns shine, the holy face,Caught in an octagon of unaccustomed light,Would wither up, and any boy of loveLook twice before he fell from grace.The features in their private darkAre formed of flesh, but let the false day comeAnd from her lips the faded pigments fall,The mummy cloths expose an ancient breast.

I have been told to reason by the heart,But heart, like head, leads helplessly;I have been told to reason by the pulse,And, when it quickens, alter the actions' paceTill field and roof lie level and the sameSo fast I move defying time, the quiet gentlemanWhose beard wags in Egyptian wind.

I have heard may years of telling,And many years should see some change.

The ball I threw while playing in the parkHas not yet reached the ground.

On a Wedding Anniversary - Dylan Thomas

The sky is torn acrossThis ragged anniversary of twoWho moved for three years in tuneDown the long walks of their vows.

Now their love lies a lossAnd Love and his patients roar on a chain;From every tune or craterCarrying cloud, Death strikes their house.

Too late in the wrong rainThey come together whom their love parted:The windows pour into their heart And the doors burn in their brain.